MC Scars (Broken Demons MC #3)

Chapter 12 - Knuckles

I woke up and instantly felt the pain in my side, not the first time I've been shot and definitely not the last, I think back over what happened and fuck! Scar.

My eyes shoot open and I scan my surroundings, I look to my right and see her sleeping on the couch. I gently sit up and realise we're in a shitty motel room, how the fuck did we get here if I was passed out? I put my bare feet on the floor and lift my shirt up to see a bandage on my side, my clothes are covered in blood too. I walk around the bed and find my bag, grab some clean clothes and head to the bathroom, her clothes are laid out around the bathroom and I place them on the counter before climbing into the shower.

I dry myself off and put my jeans on before stepping out into the bedroom, Scar is still sleeping on the couch. She looks peaceful but I need to figure out what the fuck is going on and where we are.

"Scar?" I whisper as I approach her, I try calling her name a couple more times but she doesn't stir. I gently touch her shoulder and shake her. In the blink of an eye she launches at me and has her gun pressed to my temple, standing on the couch in just her t-shirt and panties

"If that's how you say good morning I'm glad I didn't take you back to my place that night." I smirk as she realises it's me and lowers the gun

"Sorry, reflexes, I'm used to waking up alone. How's the hole in your side?" She asks as she puts the gun down and puts on my hoodie. The image of her wearing my clothes isn't lost on me as I scan her body, the hoodie just skimming her thighs

"Yeah exactly what happened last night?" I ask pulling my gaze from her legs

"Well damsel in distress, you got yourself shot and I saved you." She smirks back at me as she brushes passed me and kneels down opening her bag

"You carried me in here alone? Come on I'm almost twice your size and how did you know how to treat my wound?" I scoff

"Well first of all, you know nothing about me and how easy it is for me to carry your dead weight ass and second I called Cordelia, she told me what to do with the wound." She replies as she pulls her jeans up her legs.

"Fuck, Cordelia knows I'm with you and I got shot?" I frantically look around the room for my cell phone and when I find it sure enough I have a dozen missed calls from Circuit and Killer. I check and see I have a text from Cordelia saying she won't tell Killer and I relax slightly, thank god Cordelia is smart.

"So you are spying on me for your club then. Well at least I don't have to worry that you've become a stalker." Scar smirks before walking off into the bathroom.

"So you are alive then." Circuit says as he answers my call

"Yeah, long story, how pissed is Killer?" I ask rubbing the back of my neck

"Not too bad, but then I don't have all the info. I know the tracker on her bike is telling me it's at an impound lot and I know there was police activity at the strip club her bike was parked at, but that's it. So fill me in, what's she into?" I'm surprised that's all he knows, he can find out anything if he wants to

"Just an abusive ex boyfriend, no big deal." I reply

"Huh, I'm disappointed, I wanted more fun. Did you break cover yet?" He laughs. I haven't decided how to answer that when he laughs louder

"So you have, Well I hope the fuck was worth it cos Killer will have your ass for that. Man get your ass back here." He says before ending the call

"Was the fuck worth it?" Scar smirks from the bathroom door

"Pack your stuff we need to head out." I say as I put my cell in my pocket and grab my bag

"Oh please, just drop me off somewhere I'll be fine, I'm not following you back to North Carolina." She scoffs as she grabs her bags

"You've got no ride, your face looks like you landed on it and I got shot because of you, I'm not interested in arguing, let's move." I growl as I pick up my bag and head out the door to my truck

"I still have the keys dumbass and I'm not spending 1000 miles with you." She says leaning against the doorframe, the keys to my truck hanging from her finger. Fuck, she's hot as hell but her stubbornness is fucking annoying.

"Give me the keys." My tone full of warning, but the only response I get is a smirk as she continues to stand there

"Fuck this." I growl as I drop my bag and charge at her, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder

"So this is how we're playing huh?" She laughs and suddenly she throws her legs up and ends up sitting on my shoulders, her thighs wrapped around my neck

"Just tap out when you've had enough big guy." She giggles as her grip tightens. I walk forward and throw myself back on the bed, her grip loosening enough for me to slip out and I climb on top of her. She wraps her legs around my waist, arms around my shoulders and swings herself up so she's on my back and before I can react she has me in a choke hold.

"My guess is 'Knuckles' is because you box bare handed, so you probably have the weight and power advantage over most, but I have speed. Don't forget to tap out before you black out." She says triumphantly pissing me off more. Just as I was about to give in she flops down onto the bed next to me

"I'm counting that as a win." She smirks

"How about I make you a deal?" I say trying to get my breath back. She rolls into her side resting her head on her fist

"Come back with me and I'll give you a new motorcycle, then you can go wherever you want and you'll get some distance between you and that asshole for a few days."

"Yeah I don't accept charity. Just drop me off at a bar and I'll find something." She replies sitting up on the bed

"Fine, I don't feel like driving 1000 alone with a fresh gunshot wound in case I pass out." I say

"Ok, but I'm only doing it to help you out." She replies as she jumps off the bed, grabs her bags and heads for my truck. I don't know why but I want to protect her and this will at least buy me some time while I set Circuit on finding her ex.